The vast sky light fell on your body.

It's like a lamp holding a fire, and the heart is warm.

Yu Qingshui held the bamboo slip and felt the power contained in the thin bamboo slip. It was stranded and straight into the threshold of his heart. The moment he held the bamboo slip, he suddenly understood what Ning Yi said when he arrived at the border of the fog river before.

There is something in Mengshan Wujiang that locks everyone's lives.

Although the entire Mengshan was shrouded in fog, it was unprecedentedly clear in the eyes of the boy, as clear as every plant, every bird, and every person, and he saw the fate of this Mengshan and the fate of everyone in Mengshan.

There was an invisible silk thread that meandered and blew out from their foreheads and eyebrows, gathering like a river in all directions, and finally entering the bamboo slip.

And the bamboo slips are in your own hands.

He felt the warmth ignited by thousands of torches.

This is the fate of tens of thousands of creatures in Mengshan, and the freedom to bless them together.

On the flying sword, Ning Yi and Xu Qingyan looked at each other, with complex and subtle eyes... From starting to controlling, in just one breath, the "Fate Word Scroll" was refined and mastered by Yu Qingshui.

Perfect adapter.

No wonder, five hundred years ago, Yu Qingshui walked out of southern Xinjiang and shocked the Sui Dynasty.

In Mengshan, he was recognized by the "Life Words"!

Uncle Jiu held the iron rod and inserted it into the mud on the top of the mountain. He bit the dry tobacco and looked at the boy covered in light on the dome. He grinned and slowly sprayed out a mouthful of smoke.

The boy also smiled at Uncle Jiu.

"Today...I give you freedom."

Yu Qingshui held the scroll of life and looked down at the mountains and said word by word. At the moment of opening, a beam of light fell on the dome, and the invisible power of fate stirred up, completely opening up the boundaries of Mengshan territory-

The strong wind swept across the mountain and the cheeks of everyone. On the top of Mengshan Mountain, the common people who were taking refuge in the river tide were blown by the strong wind, and could not open their eyes. The women holding their children, the fishermen with their backs, and the old hunters who protected their wives and children... There was a gentle sound of a broken silk string sounding in everyone's skull.

There was a "buzz" sound.

It seems like something broke.

This feeling is mysterious and mysterious. For the first time, they truly felt the sense of freedom blown by the wind. They were extremely light from head to toe, and they seemed to have turned into part of the wind.

The fog in Mengshan is broken inch by inch, and the mountains and seas outside the mountains reveal their true faces. There are still mountains and seas outside the mountains and seas, but this time, there is no longer endless despair in the distance.

This time, outside of the mountains and seas, there is also freedom.

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...

On the top of Mengshan Mountain, the breeze blows by, and the banyan tree supports the sky, falling a piece of shade. The squirrel quickly jumps into the shade with hazelnuts in his arms, puts away his long hair tails, gnaws at the hazelnuts while looking at the boy under the shade.

A small wooden monument stands on the top of Mengshan Mountain and under the banyan tree.

The view here is vast. At first glance, you can see the layers of mountains and seas in the distance. When night falls, stars will shine in the sky.

The boy with slightly gray temples knelt in front of the wooden monument, leaned over slowly, and kowtowed three times in a heavy and silent manner.

Yu Qingshui looked solemn and stared at the wooden monument. Under the mud pit was the old man with his eyes closed and smiling. There were also winding threads on her eyebrows, but the color was black, and it looked like a burnt stick of sandalwood. After burning to the end, only a piece of uncatchable gray and white thread was left.

The fate of the dead has come to an end.

He wanted to catch it, but couldn't, and it was futile to try to touch it.

"Grandma..."

The boy took a deep breath and chuckled softly: "I saw the scenery outside the mountains and seas, it was really beautiful."

A breeze blows.

The banyan tree shook, and the sea of ​​leaves seemed to respond. The boy closed his eyes and recalled the old man's warm and kind smile in his mind.

After a long time.

Yu Qingshui slowly stood up and looked at the two people waiting behind him.

In his sight.

Ning Yi and Xu Qingyan did not have the so-called silk thread stretching out on their foreheads... It is different from everyone. Everyone has a destiny, colors, and lengths.

But Ning Yi and Xu Qingyan did not.

These are two people without fate? Or... their destiny should not be seen by themselves if they are not here?

Yu Qingshui chuckled softly.

The answer is already in his heart.

"Thank you, Ning Yi."

Yu Qingshui bowed with a complicated expression and said, "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid... I'd be dead, let alone leave Mengshan."

Ning Yi looked at the boy, his voice was a little hoarse, and he said, "You don't have to thank me, all this...is what it should be."

He comes from the future.

Come and repay Mr. Xu Qingke's life-saving kindness in Changling.

The boy stretched out his palm and spread it out. There was a pool of petal fragments that had almost been crushed into mud.

"Is this?" Ning Yi was shocked.

"Nanhua." Yu Qingshui said in a soft voice: "The Grandma Hua gave me Nanhua at the moment of her death... She saw the flowers blooming, and the next moment she was swallowed by the shadow fish and completely turned into nothingness."

Grandma Hua said she had a dream.

I saw the boy and the flowers blooming in my dreams.

Perhaps... that is not a dream. Even if you chase the blazing moths, you must embrace the sun and light. The infatuated person who is waiting for the southern flowers to bloom has turned into white bones. As long as you can see the flowers bloom, even if you are destroyed, it doesn't matter.

“This flower is really beautiful.”

The boy smiled, "So I tore it."

His tone seemed to be narrating that he had done something insignificant.

But Ning Yi knew what it means to tear off Nanhua with his own hands.

Lingyue witnessed the blooming of southern flowers, so she put everything in her life on the journey of finding dark wood building.

In order to fight against greed and evil thoughts, Mr. Yuan Chun imprisoned himself in the shady darkness of the Chunfeng Teahouse.

Yu Qingshui not only fought against the greed brought by Nanhua, but also tore off the demon flower with his own hands...

"I think this flower is not as terrible as you said." The boy scratched his head and whispered: "The moment I saw it, I only felt it beautiful. Then I seemed to see my past life... All this is like a dream, real and false. So, I tore it off."

Ning Yi gently twisted a Nanhua chip from the young man's palm.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that Yu Qingshui might be right.

The southern flower may not be the demon flower that lures into the darkness. It is indeed very beautiful. If you stare at it when the flowers bloom, you will suddenly enlighten and see the past... Lingyue is crazy because of the southern flower, and Yuan Chun is locked in because of the southern flower.

Perhaps, this is a flower that reflects my own self?

But who has no evil thoughts in his heart? Even the simple boy who grew up in the valley cannot be avoided.

Ning Yi looked at Yu Qingshui and suddenly thought of the body in the gap world.

Wait a minute.

If Yu Qingshui tore the southern flower to pieces, it will not be affected at all... Then why is there a fallen body in the gap realm?

He wanted to speak, but couldn't say a word.

The invisible power of rules bound him... Even if the scroll is sometimes blessed, the rules of heaven will not allow travelers from another time and space to make actions that truly change the course of history.

Looking at Ning Yi's expression of being reluctant to speak, the boy scratched his head with a smile and said, "Those shadow fish are frantically looking for the southern flowers... Their original intention seems to be different from what we had guessed before. The power that drives them seems to be the 'destruction' itself, so when I tear the southern flowers apart, they are completely crazy."

Paused.

Yu Qingshui recalled the scene when she tore the southern flowers apart and murmured: "It's like... welcoming liberation."

Ning Yi was silent.

Yes.

Shadow itself is the endorsement of "destruction" and "destruction". They engulf the primitive tree world and gnaw on the tree of eternity.

If you guess correctly, the southern flower is the original tree world, the initial flower on the huge ancient tree.

The debris of southern flowers inspired Ning Yi.

The origin of the shadow...it seems to be just one layer of window paper that can be broken.

It's still a little bit short.

"How to kill these things?"

The boy scratched his head, and he sighed, fell into the puzzle, and murmured: "The immortal creature contains the magnificent power of the sea tide in his body... It seems impossible for mortals to kill the gods, right?"

A clang.

This sentence gave Ning Yi the final inspiration.

Ning Yi wanted to speak, but found that he was pressed on the spot by a huge force, and he could not even perform such an extremely simple action as raising an eyebrow.
To be continued...